Rumeal Robinson and his strip club addiction

You remember Rumeal Robinson, right?

When Michigan won the 1989 national title, he was the point guard that hit two free throws with three seconds left in overtime to give the Wolverines a 80-79 win. His junior year, Robinson would go on to average 19.2 ppg and 6.1 apg en route to being the 10th pick in the 1990 draft. The first contract Robinson signed was for four years and $4.29 million.

That's a long way from sleeping on the steps of the Harvard dorms.

Now, at 43, Robinson may be headed back to those same steps.

Last week, Robinson made headlines as news came out that he had scammed his adoptive mother out of the house that he and five other children were raised in. This caught the attention of the Miami Herald, who did some of their own research into Robinson.

Let's just say he doesn't seem like he is the best at managing his money:

He made more than $5 million in NBA salary alone, but blew much of it on a strip club habit that would have made Pacman Jones blush. "He would go on binges of two whole weeks where he spent $20,000 a night at a strip club," Barrows says. "Not only that, but he'd also have a bunch of the strippers come back to his place, get buck-naked, and clean his house for $500 or $1,000 each."

Robinson had spent the money on clothing and jewelry at upscale boutiques such as Louis Vuitton, Bodega, and the Royal Shop. He had bought steak dinners, plane tickets, and expensive hotel stays at a Jamaican Ritz-Carlton, the Bellagio in Las Vegas, and the Abbey Hotel in Miami Beach. He had blown nearly $800 on smokes at Coco Cigar in Coconut Grove, and even bought a $10,000 M16 machine gun at Miami Police Supply in Little Havana.

He also leased at least three luxury Mercedes and BMW vehicles, and bought new Ducati motorcycles. When he didn't pay those bills, creditors demanded the vehicles back. Since 2006, Robinson has also been sued in Miami-Dade Court for not paying the leases on two Mercedes and a 2005 Maserati Quattroporte.

That's a long way to fall for someone once named Mr. Clutch by SI.