Initially, it was thought that New Orleans might be setting the stage for a high-wattage headline by drafting Colorado QB Shedeur Sanders. A move that would’ve brought flash and swagger to the Big Easy. But in the days leading up to the draft, that buzz simmered down as Sanders’ stock dipped and Ole Miss QB Jaxson Dart gained traction as a potential Saints target. Still, the front office hit the brakes on the QB carousel altogether, choosing instead to patch the trenches. The streak of not selecting a QB in the 1 round remains intact. Instead, New Orleans bolstered its battered offensive line by drafting Texas offensive tackle Kelvin Banks Jr. with their No.9 pick. This one might not light up Bourbon Street immediately, but could prove to be a franchise cornerstone.

Banks, who anchored the Longhorns’ offensive line throughout his college career, was no slouch. He earned his First Team All-SEC honors and racked up the Jacobs Blocking Trophy and Lombardi Award in 2024. But just as the Saints made their announcement, a tiny, unscripted plot twist stole the spotlight. As Banks’ name was called, the family erupted in celebration. Banks Jr. promptly upchucked on cue—mid-cheer, mid-camera pan, live on national TV.

Just as Kelvin Banks Jr. was celebrating with his family after hearing his name called, the camera zoomed in—and boom, a moment for the ages. His infant son, born earlier this month, chose that exact moment to make his primetime debut… by projectile vomiting all over the celebration. Yup. A baby barf bomb right there in front of millions of viewers. The party had barely started, but apparently someone had already had too much milk. The internet, predictably, went wild.

Kelvin Banks Jr. and his partner, Bolden, had announced they were expecting back in November. And now, just weeks after the baby’s arrival, the little guy decided to let his presence be known—emphatically. It was adorable, chaotic, and very on-brand for a franchise known for doing things a little differently.

Banks, a technician with great footwork and a mean punch, brings reliability and size, and he could slot in at either guard or tackle depending on how New Orleans reshuffles the deck. He’s a plug-and-play type with long arms, a sturdy base, and a reputation for being almost annoyingly consistent in pass pro.

Welcome to New Orleans, kid. If your dad sticks around for the next two decades, you’re already acclimated to the madness of Bourbon Street. And as for Kelvin? He’ll need every ounce of strength and stamina to help turn around a Saints team desperate for protection up front. But for now, the internet had some… thoughts.

Kelvin Banks Jr.’s baby goes viral

The NFL Draft always brings drama, but Kelvin Banks Jr.’s baby outshone them all. The memes and comments? Instant gold. One fan kicked off the show by declaring, “Baby vomit is good luck. Future Hall of Famer.” Can’t argue with superstition when the moment is this memorable. Maybe a little spit-up at the start signals a career of spitting defenders out of the backfield.

Another viewer doubled down on the comedy, saying, “Baby throwing up with motion sickness live on TV 🤣🤣🤣.” And honestly? Fair. Between the camera pans, the clapping, and the chaos, the poor kid looked like he was stuck on a carnival ride with no off switch. Give that baby a ginger ale.

Then came the quote that’s destined for T-shirts: “Baby: ‘Stop shaking me!!!’ 😂😂😂.” That one hit hard—because you could see it. The joyful clapping, the bouncing, the dad strength on full display. That kid was absolutely going through it, like, “I did not ask for this spotlight!”

Funny jab of the night? “Baby sick asf about this pick 🤣.” Savage. But let’s be real—Kelvin Banks Jr. going to the Saints is a solid move. Still, if your own baby can’t keep his milk down after hearing the news, maybe it’s time to double-check the playbook.

Finally, the cherry on top: “shakin the shit out of that baby with them claps.” Hilarious, if not a little too real. It was pure joy in the room—so much so, the baby had to physically remove himself from the moment.