Miguel Cabrera was sitting with his family in the manager's office after the game, away the celebration — a wide, constant smile on his face.

But then the chant from own teammates began.

"M-V-P, M-V-P."

They wouldn't stop.

There they were, bunched together in the middle of the clubhouse, anointing Cabrera with their voices.

So was more than the American League Central clinched Monday night?

More — as in MVP and the Triple Crown?