Every good hustle needs a snappy name, and for a long time Missouri had a beauty: gray market games.
It rolled off the tongue and suggested a place between the lines, a zone the lawyers hadn’t gotten around to coloring in yet.
The companies behind the machines in bars and VFW halls and convenience stores had a story to match the name. These weren’t slot machines. They were “no chance” games. Some even let you peek at the prize before the next play, which was supposed to prove the whole thing was on the level.
Where’s the gamble if you can see what’s coming?
