Grand Slam Record
Brad Gushue and his team has reached the championship match of a Grand Slam event only four times. The first was in 2005 when he finished second, after losing to Kevin Martin in the final game of Players' Championship. In 2010, he again made it to the finals at The National, facing Randy Ferbey. Gushue won the game, earning his first Grand Slam title of his career.
| Key | |
|---|---|
| C | Champion |
| F | Lost in Final |
| SF | Lost in Semifinal |
| QF | Lost in Quarterfinals |
| R16 | Lost in the round of 16 |
| Q | Did not advance to playoffs |
| DNP | Did not participate in event |
| N/A | Not a Grand Slam event that season |
| Event | 2001–02 | 2002–03 | 2003–04 | 2004–05 | 2005–06 | 2006–07 | 2007–08 | 2008–09 | 2009–10 | 2010–11 | 2011–12 | 2012–13 |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Masters / World Cup | Q | DNP | DNP | DNP | DNP | Q | Q | SF | SF | QF | QF | Q |
| Canadian Open | DNP | DNP | DNP | Q | Q | Q | Q | QF | Q | Q | Q | QF |
| The National | DNP | DNP | DNP | Q | QF | QF | Q | F | C | Q | SF | |
| Players' | DNP | Q | Q | F | Q | Q | Q | QF | F | DNP | Q |
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