On Macho Row, he was the king. But to the fans, he was simply 'Dutch.' lost his battle against brain cancer Sunday night. He was 55. Daulton exuded the 'macho' persona that ruled the Phillies clubhouse. But there was nothing fake about him. That's one of the things that made us love him. Yes, Daulton was a tough guy. Not because of a lot of talk. But because, despite gimpy knees that could go at any minute, he never budged an inch in blocking the plate. Daulton, like so many of those '93 Phillies, liked getting his uniform dirty. They surprised everyone by resurrecting a team that appeared dead in the water the year before and taking the city on an expected thrill ride in the summer of '93. They made us winners, something that had been lacking in Veterans Stadium for a long time. Daulton spent 15 seasons in the major leagues, 14 and a half of them with the Phillies. He finished his career with a World Series championship with the Florida Marlins, hitting .389 in the seven-game series against the Cleveland Indians. But he will always be a Phillie. That's another reason we loved him. Daulton never forgot Philly. He was one of us. A little bit of us died along with him.