This is an edition of The Atlantic Daily, a newsletter that guides you through the biggest stories of the day, helps you discover new ideas, and recommends the best in culture. Sign up for it here. For me, playing squash is not about achievement. That’s what makes it so much fun. First, here are three new stories from The Atlantic: The genocide double standard The escalating cost of Trump’s lies Caffeine’s dirty little secret No Hope of Glory At a squash tournament in Grand Central Terminal last weekend, I watched the players in a women’s match move with elegant command of their bodies and their rackets. I was mesmerized by their liquid maneuvers as they whipped the tiny ball around a glass box constructed beneath the bronze chandeliers of the station. Whenever one of the players made an especially daring and deft move, I leaned over to my friend and whispered, “That’s me.” This joke was so amusing to us because although I have played squash with this friend, it is all I can do …